Chapter 390: The Uncontrolled Sylvan Cheney

Joe's slender arms and soft flesh couldn't withstand Charles's dragging.

Stumbling and staggering, he was dragged away by Charles.

"Brother... can we just talk? We can discuss this, even... ah..."

Before he could finish, Charles dragged him out of the office.

Sylvan Cheney immediately called to Singapore, arranging to continue the search.

Sylvan's temples were pulsating incessantly, feeling as if things were getting out of control.

His brows creased, his eyes darkening considerably.

His face, was extremely ghastly.

The gloomy sky outside, the harsh winter winds, caused the window panes to rattle slightly.

A cigarette was burning between Sylvan's fingers, until it was almost completely burnt out, the heat searing his fingers before he woke up from his thoughts.

Extinguishing the cigarette, he rubbed his temple.

"Master." Charles knocked on the office door.

Sylvan looked up, his voice hoarse: "Come in."

Charles spread a piece of paper on the table.